Woe to the man
that causes his angel
to lost faith in him . . .
there will be no flying
over you
with one crumpled wing.
incapable of trust?
blind to vision
of gathered acts of offered love?
settled in dust
percieveth not
believeth not
you cannot grasp . . .
what has been right here
you cannot seize what is true and real
it will
no longer
I cannot
wait . . .
dwell safely in your hordes
possessions of friendly old giants
undemanding but
sinking in crumbling orange rust
this world is so much larger
a consuming consummate satellitte buzz
of gyrating transmission stations
both connecting and bypassing
pockets of stagnation
human prisons of tragic bleeds
pepper our earth in dried clusters of needs . . .
traps and snares
are everywhere . . .
this is so true.
it is also true
a real existance of . . .
currents of living water
updrafts of winds of change
threads of haunting melodies
constant strains of glorious dancing symphonies
pathways unfurl new discoveries
new un~thought of combinations
streaks of gold that swipe
the stars with their milky wilky ways
a quality of hope that can splash fire your days . . . .
it could . . .
suddenlies are flashes of change
listen ~
a man with an open unburdened spirit
can be freer in a prison
than a loose man trapped in his own circle of stank
no one can choose freedom for another
oh I wish you well
blow a gold fleck kiss
I promise
always will hold you dear
to and from wherever this life takes me
love was never meant to be a sentence
of chained tethering
a chokehold
rather a strenghtening of yolked courage
a sparking of bouncing embers to blaze
fully become
a heartrest to come home to
with nestful feathering
for restful stepped out of world weathering
from a nurtured intimate cave dwelling
i speak words of truth
you call me cruel
I cannot live by your never~dare rule
I would rather fly alone
than stay and rust
in prison.
someday I will die well
knowing I had the courage to live . . . .
Godspeed your sleepy eyes
to see your own life and freedom
within reach of your grasp.


evon ski

Joined June 2009

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inspired by many situations . . .
the truth is we do not all grow at the same speed
what is important
is that we continue to grow.

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